"Bontempi"
Take my prize
taste myself
the wonders days,
it's fine
Once my life
I step and slide
I grow and talk
but you don't tell me
I escape from dones
I grow inside
I taste your god to deny,
yourself to mine
Take my prize
take your gun
I drive inside
of a wrong road to fight
I clap and don't
I smile to the one
who smile to the girl
who is petrified to fight
You smell hope
so why should you
grow in places
of the new concept
I smile too
the girl smile smooth
So I should I
come to get you
by Noiserv
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